moniker42

I was just out looking for one single paperback copy of finnegans wake.

The only copy of it I found was a 7th printing hardcover for $75.

I didn't get it.

I might as well have. I went to 4 different second hand book stores, bought 8 books and spent $55, none of it on james joyce.

God, why do I feel like all the magic is dieing out in the world.

I'm not talking about some abstract feeling of excitement. My life is exciting enough.

I'm talking about something different, magic.

I feel like the world is dieing off and they hook it up to machines, shove a tube up it's ass and keep it alive so that in it's dreams all it hears is an endless beeping noise.

Y'now my sister is getting married in a cave?

Her fiance's family owns a cave, I guess. A cave.

There is no electricity so the ceremony will be lit entirely by candle.

I find that strikingly fantastic.

I want to go somewhere where there isn't any electricity.

Surely magic remains hidden somewhere in the world, deep down.

My dreams are filled with television.

Last night I dreamed of the back to the future ride at universal studio's florida.

Why did my parents ever take me there?

I looked back, away from the screen, and saw all the other people.

What a horrible memory. What a horrible place.

Those are the kinds of things i drink to forget, not terrible things that have happend, but the teacups at disney.

Let it come rolling in, I say. Because I just can't handle this anymore. There has to be more to life than the fucking shark at universal studios. There has to be more to life than cartoons and nintendo.

I realize not everythng can be fireworks and fucking orgasms, but damn it all, life was not meant to be so cold.

It's the ease that gets to me, not the hardship.